I, cigarette fingers   Puff and poke   Puff and poking the smoke   It touches the ground      You and your lungs and your wrist   They throb like trains   Choo choo choo   It's a prison of sound      Of sound      She by a chinny chin chin   Eee oh eee oh   Like a Zippo smokes the way   Poke around      You and your lungs and your wrist   They throb like trains   Choo choo choo   It's a prison of sound      I poke around      She by the hair of my chinny chin chin   Eee oh eee oh eee oh eee oh   Like a Zippo smokes the way   Poke around      You and your lungs and your wrists   They throb like trains   [Incomprehensible]   Poke around      I poke around